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 Jul. Sure, your owne experience Will satisfie you no, our Romane Prelates Do not keepe lodging, for Ladies.

Del. Very well: I have brought you no commendations from your husband, For I know none by him.

Jul. I heare he's come to Rome?

Del. I never knew man, and beast, of a horse, and a knight, So weary of each other, if he had had a good backe, He would have undertooke to have borne his horse, His breech was so pittifully sore.

Jul. Your laughter, Is my pitty.

Del. Lady, I know not whether You want mony, but I have bought you some.

Jul. From my husband?

Del. No, from mine owne allowance.

Jul. I must heare the condition, ere I be bound to take it.

Del. Looke on't, 'tis gold, hath it not a fine colour?

Jul. I have a Bird more beautifull.

Del. Try the sound on't.

Jul. A Lute-spring far exceedes it, It hath no smell, like Cassia, or Cyvit, Nor is it phisicall, though some fond Doctors Perswade us, seeth's in Cullisses. i'le tell you, This is a creature bred by

Ser. Your husband's come, Hath deliver'd a letter to the Duke of Calabria, that, To my thinking hath put him out of his wits.

Jul. Sir, you heare, 'Pray let me know your busines, and your suite, As briefely as can be.

Del. With good speed, I would wish you (At such time, as you are non-resident With your husband) my mistris.

Jul. Sir, i'le go aske my husband if I shall, And straight returne your answere.

Del. Very fine,